| Arimna Tressen |
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Arimna was in the throes of the dance. He twirled once, twice, then dropped to his knees in a smooth motion while throwing his arms wide. The exertion left him somewhat winded, and he put his hands to the floor to steady himself, but he was grinning ear to ear at the rush he felt coming over him.
"Praise be to the Eternal Rose," he whispered towards the floor.
"Well done, Arimna, well done," came his mother's voice quietly in his head.
The young man looked up to the ceiling, and chuckled. "Ursella, dear, I've told you that you're not the best critic...namely because all you do is sing my praises." He paused to catch his breath, then continued, "But thank you all the same.
He knew that his eidolon meant well, in her maternal way. He still wondered if she had anyhting to do with his mother, now long passed on. The priests had not ruled it out, but they lacked the magic to confirm the theory.
He heard a knock at his door, and rose, pulling on a long robe over his dancer's leggings.
Your rehearsals are coming along well, Arimna?" Ariman gave a short nod to Sindolla, the Sandpoint Cathedral's high priest of Shelyn. The older halfling man responded in kind.
"Well indeed, Muse Sindolla. I'll be ready for the Swallowtail Release, I'm sure of it."
Sindolla smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Arimna. Keep up with your work, then." Then he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
Arimna was in the throes of the dance. He twirled once, twice, then dropped to his knees in a smooth motion while throwing his arms wide. The exertion left him somewhat winded, and he put his hands to the floor to steady himself, but he was grinning ear to ear at the rush he felt coming over him.
"Praise be to the Eternal Rose," he whispered towards the floor.
"Well done, Arimna, well done," came his mother's voice quietly in his head.
The young man looked up to the ceiling, and chuckled. "Ursella, dear, I've told you that you're not the best critic...namely because all you do is sing my praises." He paused to catch his breath, then continued, "But thank you all the same.
He knew that his eidolon meant well, in her maternal way. He still wondered if she had anyhting to do with his mother, now long passed on. The priests had not ruled it out, but they lacked the magic to confirm the theory.
He heard a knock at his door, and rose, pulling on a long robe over his dancer's leggings.
Your rehearsals are coming along well, Arimna?" Ariman gave a short nod to Sindolla, the Sandpoint Cathedral's high priest of Shelyn. The older halfling man responded in kind.
"Well indeed, Muse Sindolla. I'll be ready for the Swallowtail Release, I'm sure of it."
Sindolla smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Arimna. Keep up with your work, then." Then he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
Also, have edited his background to accommodate stuff related to Sandpoint's 'late unpleasantness.' I've calculated his age assuming that the AP starts in 4707 AR; feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on that and I will edit as needed.